Summary: Nova and Fushimi have a heart to heart about the year they’ve spent together, and what it means to them.
*Author’s Note*: A fic I wrote to celebrate my one year anniversary with Saruhiko and oof, I’m trying not to get stupidly teary. It’s hard for me to describe exactly how I feel about him and what he means to me…he’s just extremely important to me. His character interests me, makes me feel good, and I identify with him more than I should, probably because I read into things too much and make a lot of stuff up. But he’s still special to me, immensely so, and probably always will be. This takes place on the roof of building where we first said I love you to each other (fic here) and uhhhh just jgilejslgs. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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For once, the facility was mostly quiet. As far as she could tell no squads had been sent out or vehicles dispatched to take care of one of the several criminal activities that were probably unfolding in the city right at this moment. They would come to the Captain’s attention soon enough, and when they did, appropriate measures would be taken to quell whatever unfortunate chaos had been stirred up. Things would be put back in their place, culprits would be subdued and taken in, and the setting in which such events had transpired would end up looking as uneventful as it had before it’d been employed as a battle ground for supernatural exploitation. Nova was just glad no one was asking her for anything, prodding her to do something, reminding her of some task she needed to finish. She was used to the workload by now, even fond of it to a certain extent, to the duties and itineraries that kept this complex operation running. But tonight she had her own agenda, a special occasion that took precedence over anything else.